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"So... You want to quit?"
"What, exactly, do you think that's going to solve? Oh, I'm not trying to come off like I'm your friend - I'll be honest, I don't see that ever happening - I'm just trying to figure out where your head is, Kev."
"Walking away... letting the other guy, whoever that may be, win... Why, Kevin? Because you're tired of not being able to finish a match without Randalls fisting the win out from under you? Because you're tired of never getting the right shots? Because you've had enough of being stepped on? Well..."
"Guess what, Kev?"[/font]
Havoc stood, back to the camera, at the precipice of a massive cliff. The hike to the top had been arduous, fraught with obstacles - and yet cleansing. It took the man named Mason Xavier a moment to notice how fast his heart was pumping - and how good it felt. It felt like an eternity since he had last taken even a moment to simply breath and acknowledge the world, as odd as that might sound.
[font color=black]"In life... people screw you... they conspire against you and look for ways to stop you from reaching your goal..."
"...they'll kick you when you're down, wait for you to finally regain the ability to inhale - then beat the air out of your lungs again. That's LIFE, Kevin. You let them step on you... what happens? They STEP on you."[/font]
He turned, his eyes piercing through the encroaching darkness.
[font color=black]"Therein... lies YOUR problem, Kevin."
"What have you done to stop them, Kevin? A few shoot interviews here or there... maybe a run-in, a couple of well-placed shots with your favorite Louisville Slugger... a handful of creative insults, maybe?"[/font]
He smiled as he fully turned to face the camera.
[font color=black]"But Randalls keeps coming back, doesn't he? ...Merritt? He's still playing his subtle little games... isn't he? Your words... your baseball bats... they aren't getting you anywhere, Powers."
"Maybe Apocalypse is right... maybe you've lost your edge... Me? I'm not too sure you ever really fully EXPLORED it when you HAD it, otherwise, you would have had Randalls taken care of and done with LONG ago..."
"I've been where you are, Kevin... we've ALL wanted to walk away, for one reason or another, at some point in our careers..."[/font]
He pointed over his shoulder towards the horizon, where the sun turned the sky into a ripple of purples and oranges.
[font color=black]"You see a sunset and automatically assume it's your own... the end... game over... nothing more to see..."[/font]
He turned back to the sky, the sun dipping behind a distant mountain range.
[font color=black]"..that's not MY sunset, Kevin. And you want to know why?"[/font]
Havoc looked back to the camera with a stoic expression, assured and confident.
[font color=black]"Because I say it's not... sometimes, Kevin... it's as simple as that."
"You can put the blame on Randalls... you can put the blame on Merritt... or Radder... Bill Clinton, Halle Berry - ANYONE - ...but there comes a time when the decision has got to come down... to YOU. You can say that it was Randalls run-ins that made you say "To Hell With It!" - but, damn it, Kev - that's a cop-out. It all comes down to YOU, Kevin... YOU choose your own sunset... YOU choose your own destiny..."
"Me? I'm determined to get to the top of this company. I don't care if Mike Randalls wants to interfere in EVERY match I have... GET TO THE TOP is EXACTLY what I'm going to do. I'm determined to hang onto this belt with every ounce of sweat that I have. I don't care if Chad Merritt likes me... or wants to push me... or wants to bury me... or wants to 'screw' me... HANG ONTO THIS BELT is EXACTLY what I'm going to do. I'm determined to give EVERYTHING I have... EVERY NIGHT I get in the ring. I don't f***ing care if I get booked in a card-opening program with Carl Brigsby for three months... GIVE ALL I'VE GOT is EXACTLY what I'll do. Because I'm not going to cop-out - blame the OTHER guy - and walk the f*** away like a scared, ignorant little girl."[/font]
He glared at the camera intensely.
[font color=black]"...I'm better than that, Kevin... and I thought you were, too..."
"...I guess we'll see... Won't We?"[/font]
"So... You want to quit?"
"What, exactly, do you think that's going to solve? Oh, I'm not trying to come off like I'm your friend - I'll be honest, I don't see that ever happening - I'm just trying to figure out where your head is, Kev."
"Walking away... letting the other guy, whoever that may be, win... Why, Kevin? Because you're tired of not being able to finish a match without Randalls fisting the win out from under you? Because you're tired of never getting the right shots? Because you've had enough of being stepped on? Well..."
"Guess what, Kev?"[/font]
Havoc stood, back to the camera, at the precipice of a massive cliff. The hike to the top had been arduous, fraught with obstacles - and yet cleansing. It took the man named Mason Xavier a moment to notice how fast his heart was pumping - and how good it felt. It felt like an eternity since he had last taken even a moment to simply breath and acknowledge the world, as odd as that might sound.
[font color=black]"In life... people screw you... they conspire against you and look for ways to stop you from reaching your goal..."
"...they'll kick you when you're down, wait for you to finally regain the ability to inhale - then beat the air out of your lungs again. That's LIFE, Kevin. You let them step on you... what happens? They STEP on you."[/font]
He turned, his eyes piercing through the encroaching darkness.
[font color=black]"Therein... lies YOUR problem, Kevin."
"What have you done to stop them, Kevin? A few shoot interviews here or there... maybe a run-in, a couple of well-placed shots with your favorite Louisville Slugger... a handful of creative insults, maybe?"[/font]
He smiled as he fully turned to face the camera.
[font color=black]"But Randalls keeps coming back, doesn't he? ...Merritt? He's still playing his subtle little games... isn't he? Your words... your baseball bats... they aren't getting you anywhere, Powers."
"Maybe Apocalypse is right... maybe you've lost your edge... Me? I'm not too sure you ever really fully EXPLORED it when you HAD it, otherwise, you would have had Randalls taken care of and done with LONG ago..."
"I've been where you are, Kevin... we've ALL wanted to walk away, for one reason or another, at some point in our careers..."[/font]
He pointed over his shoulder towards the horizon, where the sun turned the sky into a ripple of purples and oranges.
[font color=black]"You see a sunset and automatically assume it's your own... the end... game over... nothing more to see..."[/font]
He turned back to the sky, the sun dipping behind a distant mountain range.
[font color=black]"..that's not MY sunset, Kevin. And you want to know why?"[/font]
Havoc looked back to the camera with a stoic expression, assured and confident.
[font color=black]"Because I say it's not... sometimes, Kevin... it's as simple as that."
"You can put the blame on Randalls... you can put the blame on Merritt... or Radder... Bill Clinton, Halle Berry - ANYONE - ...but there comes a time when the decision has got to come down... to YOU. You can say that it was Randalls run-ins that made you say "To Hell With It!" - but, damn it, Kev - that's a cop-out. It all comes down to YOU, Kevin... YOU choose your own sunset... YOU choose your own destiny..."
"Me? I'm determined to get to the top of this company. I don't care if Mike Randalls wants to interfere in EVERY match I have... GET TO THE TOP is EXACTLY what I'm going to do. I'm determined to hang onto this belt with every ounce of sweat that I have. I don't care if Chad Merritt likes me... or wants to push me... or wants to bury me... or wants to 'screw' me... HANG ONTO THIS BELT is EXACTLY what I'm going to do. I'm determined to give EVERYTHING I have... EVERY NIGHT I get in the ring. I don't f***ing care if I get booked in a card-opening program with Carl Brigsby for three months... GIVE ALL I'VE GOT is EXACTLY what I'll do. Because I'm not going to cop-out - blame the OTHER guy - and walk the f*** away like a scared, ignorant little girl."[/font]
He glared at the camera intensely.
[font color=black]"...I'm better than that, Kevin... and I thought you were, too..."
"...I guess we'll see... Won't We?"[/font]